Hotel guests look restrained, sedated in the diffuse light of the service provider’s shimmering cage. A network of joists, pilasters and fluting exposes the proverbial off-season chill in the seating arrangements. Smart-phones and tablets mask a total lack of communication.
Sunday afternoon in Hotel Roccalba: Is this an old-age-home, a recreational facility or simply a hotel? The life of a 12-member group in the dilapidated facility leaves the question open.
